1808Qu. What sport shall we deuise here in this Garden,

1809To driue away the heauie thought of Care?

1810La. Madame, wee'le play at Bowles.

1811Qu. 'Twill make me thinke the World is full of Rubs,

1812And that my fortune runnes against the Byas.

1813La. Madame, wee'le Dance.

1814Qu. My Legges can keepe no measure in Delight,

1815When my poore Heart no measure keepes in Griefe.

1816Therefore no Dancing (Girle) some other sport.

1817La. Madame, wee'le tell Tales.

1818Qu. Of Sorrow, or of Griefe?

1819La. Of eyther, Madame.

1820Qu. Of neyther, Girle.

1821For if of Ioy, being altogether wanting,

1822It doth remember me the more of Sorrow:

1823Or if of Griefe, being altogether had,

1824It addes more Sorrow to my want of Ioy:

1825For what I haue, I need not to repeat;

1826And what I want, it bootes not to complaine.

1827La. Madame, Ile sing.

1828Qu. 'Tis well that thou hast cause:

1829But thou should'st please me better, would'st thou weepe.

1830La. I could weepe, Madame, would it doe you good.

1831Qu. And I could sing, would weeping doe me good,

1832And neuer borrow any Teare of thee.

1834But stay, here comes the Gardiners,

1835Let's step into the shadow of these Trees.

1836My wretchednesse, vnto a Rowe of Pinnes,

1837They'le talke of State: for euery one doth so,

1838Against a Change; Woe is fore-runne with Woe.

1839Gard. Goe binde thou vp yond dangling Apricocks,

1840Which like vnruly Children, make their Syre

1841Stoupe with oppression of their prodigall weight:

1842Giue some supportance to the bending twigges.

1843Goe thou, and like an Executioner

1844Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprayes,

1845That looke too loftie in our Common-wealth:

1846All must be euen, in our Gouernment.

1847You thus imploy'd, I will goe root away

1848The noysome Weedes, that without profit sucke

1849The Soyles fertilitie from wholesome flowers.

1850Ser. Why should we, in the compasse of a Pale,

1851Keepe Law and Forme, and due Proportion,

1852Shewing as in a Modell our firme Estate?

1853When our Sea-walled Garden, the whole Land,

1854Is full of Weedes, her fairest Flowers choakt vp,

1855Her Fruit-trees all vnpruin'd, her Hedges ruin'd,

1856Her Knots disorder'd, and her wholesome Hearbes

1857Swarming with Caterpillers.

1858Gard. Hold thy peace.

1859He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd Spring,

1860Hath now himselfe met with the Fall of Leafe.

1861The Weeds that his broad-spreading Leaues did shelter,

1862That seem'd, in eating him, to hold him vp,

1863Are pull'd vp, Root and all, by Bullingbrooke:

1864I meane, the Earle of Wiltshire, Bushie, Greene.

d Ser. What,

1865Ser. What are they dead?

1866Gard. They are,

1867And Bullingbrooke hath seiz'd the wastefull King.

1868Oh, what pitty is it, that he had not so trim'd

1869Aad drest his Land, as we this Garden, at time of yeare,

1870And wound the Barke, the skin of our Fruit-trees,

1871Least being ouer-proud with Sap and Blood,

1872With too much riches it confound it selfe?

1873Had he done so, to great and growing men,

1874They might haue liu'd to beare, and he to taste

1875Their fruites of dutie. Superfluous branches

1876We lop away, that bearing boughes may liue:

1877Had he done so, himselfe had borne the Crowne,

1878Which waste and idle houres, hath quite thrown downe.

1879Ser. What thinke you the King shall be depos'd?

1880Gar. Deprest he is already, and depos'd

1881'Tis doubted he will be. Letters came last night

1882To a deere Friend of the Duke of Yorkes,

1883That tell blacke tydings.

1884Qu: Oh I am prest to death through want of speaking:

1885Thou old Adams likenesse, set to dresse this Garden:

1886How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this vnpleasing (newes

1887What Eue? what Serpent hath suggested thee,

1888To make a second fall of cursed man?

1889Why do'st thou say, King Richard is depos'd,

1890Dar'st thou, thou little better thing then earth,

1891Diuine his downfall? Say, where, when, and how

1892Cam'st thou by this ill-tydings? Speake thou wretch.

1893Gard. Pardon me Madam. Little ioy haue I

1894To breath these newes; yet what I say, is true;

1895King Richard, he is in the mighty hold

1896Of Bullingbrooke, their Fortunes both are weigh'd:

1897In your Lords Scale, is nothing but himselfe,

1898And some few Vanities, that make him light:

1899But in the Ballance of great Bullingbrooke,

1900Besides himselfe, are all the English Peeres,

1901And with that oddes he weighes King Richard downe.

1902Poste you to London, and you'l finde it so,

1903I speake no more, then euery one doth know.

1904Qu. Nimble mischance, that art so light of foote,

1905Doth not thy Embassage belong to me?

1906And am I last that knowes it? Oh thou think'st

1907To serue me last, that I may longest keepe

1908Thy sorrow in my breast. Come Ladies goe,

1909To meet at London, Londons King in woe.

1910What was I borne to this: that my sad looke,

1911Should grace the Triumph of great Bullingbrooke.

1912Gard'ner, for telling me this newes of woe,

1913I would the Plants thou graft'st, may neuer grow. Exit.

1914G Poore Queen, so that thy State might be no worse,

1915I would my skill were subiect to thy curse:

1916Heere did she drop a teare, heere in this place

1917Ile set a Banke of Rew, sowre Herbe of Grace:

1918Rue, eu'n for ruth, heere shortly shall be seene,

1919In the remembrance of a Weeping Queene. Exit.